A typical African Mother...

In a well furnished guest house, a man about 6ft tall could be seen arguing with his 5'2ft tall mother. The middle aged woman had a chubby face and an angry look on her make up free face. Her dress, custom made was already wrinkled from the way she fisted it when she heard what her second son was telling her.

Pretending to almost faint she holds her head and asks. "Tell me Jaxon, are you saying you are also single now? You do not have a woman? What happened to the beautiful Riri?"

Jaxon knowing how dramactic his mother can be, quickly tries to explain. "Mom, why dont you call down and sit first. This matter, old people wont understand."

The woman hit him with her bag, she wanted to take off her shoes and hit him when the man quickly hugs her. Because she is short, it was easy for him to wrap her in his embrace and stop her from hitting him. "You how dare you do this to your mother. How dare you. You call me old." Her son finally lets go of her. "You want to beat me? Come on take the bag and hit your mother. Hit your mother Jaxon, hit me." She fakes crocodile tears.

The chauffeur who was watching from afar shakes his head. He had seen enough of this and the big madam mostly did this with the second master.

"Mom, what are you saying? I wont dare to do such a thing. Mom please calm down I will make it up to you I promise."

The woman sits on the floor and starts pretending to wail. "How will you make it up to me? Tell me how?" She holds her sons legs and begins to shake him. "It is Christmas soon and both my sons are not bringing home any woman. What am I living for if I dont see my sons get married? I am doomed. Oh God just take me away now."

Jaxon face palms himself already feeling the tiredness take over him. What was his dad watching letting his mom come to him? Did he not hide form this dramatic woman enough? He quickly bent to her level. "Mom please get up and calm down. I will make it up to you. Let's talk about this."

Wiping her face, she hugs her bag. "I should just take it that bags are now my grandchildren." She turns to the chauffeur who was already praying she wont notice him. "Chauffeur Donald, what should I do with my life now? I have two sons. Two handsome and capable sons but they are useless. My first son will be 30 and has never had a woman with him my other son who is my only hope is an idiot and keeps playing around. God please just take me now."

Jaxon looks at the Chauffer for help and the man clears his throat. "Madam please calm down. The young master will make it up to you."

Thank God it was a private guest house Jaxon had rented himself. Else, how was he to explain on Twitter if anyone sees this?

"Mom I promise I will make it up to you. You know I am serious about my life. It is brother who you should be doing all this to." He quickly shifts the focus to his brother.

The woman begins to shake her son." You want to make it up to me? Fine. You want to make it up to me for not having a partner, both you and your brother? Good. Then tell me where my other stupid son is? Where is that unfilial stupid ingrate i call a son? Where is he?"

The man scratches the back of his head. "Mom about this.." he had promised his brother in exchange for one of his cars to never reveal his location to their mother or father. If he were to tell her now...

The woman knew something was up so she starts her drama again. "God where shall I look next? My sons are about to kill me. Jaxon says he wants to kill his mother. Help."

"Fine. Fine. I will tell you but promise me you wont go find him."

"Jaxon you and your brother have only joined us here for Christmas and I am glad you are here really. I just want to be sure my son is safe. Tell me where he is." She coaxed.

"He is at his company."

"What! That bastard! I knew it! I spoke to him this morning and he told me he was in Ghana. Thank God I havent booked a flight." She hurriedly gets on her feet.

Seeing his mom becoming active again he reminds her. "Mom you promised not to go find him."

"What do you take me for? I am going home to my lovely husband and partner. You will never know how it feels because you have none. Stupid idiot. Bastard." She motions to the chauffeur and he drives her out. Jaxon could now release his tense shoulders. He could only hope that his mother would keep her promise. Now time to call his father. How dare the man sell him out to his wife like that.

30 minutes later at Mo corporation...

"Madam you promised second master you wont come find his brother."

The middle aged woman adjusts her dress and wears her sunglasses. "Chauffeur Donald, if I dont hasten this children especially this Fool that owns here, they wont bring me a wife. If they dont have one, how will I see my grandchildren? Come on let's go and show this boy naija craze." She hurriedly walks into the building and was yet to take the elevator when she sees the man she was looking for.

Taking off her sunglasses and shoes she points at him from the entrance.

"You arrogant bastard! How dare you lie to your mother? Do you know how hard it is to carry a child? Come here. Hey..Mo Ambrose I am talking to you." She hurries towards him and even the chauffer could already feel sorry in advance for the poor man.

Mo Ambrose who was wearing his custom made Armani and was seeing some business partners out, notices his mother and could instantly hear his heart sink to the bottom. The man rubs his high bridged nose that seem to be pointing to the heavens. His eyes, black and deep as the ocean stares ahead at his mother and his lips remain in a thin line. Mo Ambrose had a face anyone would wish for but he always look the same because he hardly ever cracks a smile or show any emotions.

Once she got to him he forces a faint smile. "Mom. I did not expect to see you here."

"Of course you ddint you stupid unfilial son. I was passing by and decided to stop over." She lies and the man knew. He bades his business partners good bye but his mother stopped them. "Do you work with him? How can you work with a man who is single? How is he to be trusted? Do you know where I was going? Ambrose, I was on my way to Seguns naming ceremony. Yes Segun of mummy Segun. The one whose mother sells me swiss lace. Segun is not your mate oo..he is younger than you. Just two years older than Jaxon and he got married three years ago and has just welcomed his second daughter."

"Say my congratulations to him." He says and tries to escape from the situation. "I will tell Mason to see you up."

She quickly holds his hand. "Ambrose what have I done to deserve all this? Why are you punishing your mother? Why? Dont you want me to have someone to carry on my back and call me grandma. Kini ki ara adugbo so? (What should people in the neighbourhood say) that I have a son this grown up and he isnt married. Ambrose..." she begins to fake her crocodile tears again.

He pats her back and signals to his assistant to handle his business partners. "Mom please. Dont do this here. Please. I already told you I dont fancy the idea of marriage."

This caused the woman to be more angry and she sat on the floor like she had done with his brother. "Kill me then. Just kill me Ambrose. Kill your mother. You dont want to make me a grandma? I am better off dead. God what have I done to deserve this kind of treatment from my sons?" Her dramatic noises and tears attracted everyone in the reception and made Ambrose red by the ear.

This woman again. The moment he saw her he knew his brother had sold him off.

"Mom, if you don't stop this drama I wont bring her to Christmas." He threatens.

"I should just die. Je kin kuku Ku. (Let me just die)..." she heard her sons statement and hurriedly gets on her feet. "Who? Who is that?"

"My girlfriend." He lies in a whisper. "but I cant let people know. We would rather keep our relationship a secret but if you continue to be this dramatic I will just call her and tell her not to bother coming for Christmas."

The woman quickly stops him as he picks his phone. "Dont mind me. I just wanted to say hi to you. I will greet mummy Segun for you. Christmas is in four days Ambrose dont disappoint me please."

"I wont." He gives her a forehead kiss.

"Oshey oko mi, oshey. (Thank you my husband. Thank you.)" She then turns her back and leaves.

"President Mo, where shall I find this non existence lady?" His assistant Mason questions.

"We will have to find her. We will have to."